letra de bitter - seymour black
[intro]
n-ggas is bitter, they heard us
look at the business merge
(sneak dissing!)
[hook]
they was bitter all along
thats sh-t i don’t condone
i’m the real, you a clone
but i’ll flex for these hoes
cause look how far we come
mom and dad was never home
turn around and they gone
i had to get it on my own
[verse 1]
and i’d love to have to be the one to do it
getting everything thats coming to ya
i’m southside – i’ll run up on you like john gotti
hard body – clap back, clap to the music
after 5, we the only movement making any movement
my b-tch as pretty as she money-loving
campaign on tom hanks, and i’m still running
i came up with the only n-gga in the whole thang kept it 100
clonefree? who gives a f-ck
don’t runaway, just run it up
ya’ll n-ggas not really running
just sit back – you might learn something
gave em plays, they got in the way
they not business-made
can’t catch up when this rap sh-t that i ventilate
like 900 on the interstate
n-ggas swear they getting paid – paid for views, skip the stage
i’m tryna get my n-ggas on pay-per-view in fifty states
they sh-t like really played – mine hit like john white
mayweather, nothing nice – k!lling off that weak sh-t
drake-ing off that meek sh-t – i’ll give it a week, yeah
[hook]
they was bitter all along
thats sh-t i don’t condone
i’m the real, you a clone
but i’ll flex for these hoes
cause look how far we come
mom and dad was never home
turn around and they gone
i had to get it on my own
[verse 2]
they was bitter all along
thats sh-t i dont condone
i’m the real you a clone
but i’ll flex for these hoes
cause look how far i came – just doing my thing
and these n-ggas so lame – stay the f-ck in yo lane
work hard til i’m sore – workin harder than before
gettin money, need yours
stack chips and i dip
told ya’ll we on tip – b-tches reading my lips
want me all in they mouth – got em talking my sh-t
f-ck models, eat shrip – cream soda my scrip
n-ggas thinking i pimp, i might walk with a limp
should’ve off that in 06
i don’t sneak when i diss
i ain’t sneak you back then
i’m on 4 block – what it is?
[bridge]
i’m so south jack with my n-ggas twistin fingers
g-ngb-ngers, big chiefers
do you smell me?
can you see me?
uh-uh
[outro]
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